Don't Panic
Yeah yeah
Yeah, what? Yeah, what? (Dig?)
(What?) What? (What?) (What?) What? (What?)
(Dream, this shit go dummy)
(Uno, I killed it) dig?
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Dig?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Yeah)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Yeah)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Yeah)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (O oh)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Ooh, dig?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Swoop)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Swoop)
Crazy man (Crazy, swoop)
Okay, crazy man (Crazy, swoop)
Okay, crazy man (Crazy, swoop)
Okay, crazy man patek eighty bands (Eighty)
Candy painted Benz (O oh)
I just fucked two twins (Twins)
I just fucked two twins, Moncler
Hey, yeah, in Moncler
Bitch, I'm colder than Santa's sled
I rock Dior 'cause I want him dead
Ooh, I heard you was telling to the feds
Put a hole in your head
See a whole lotta red
I'm sipping on Tris, I'm cozy in bed
Get bread, don't let shit go over your head
Keep a Glock on me, one loaded in the head
(Yeah)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Dig?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Yeah)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Yeah)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Yeah)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (O oh)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Ooh, dig?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Swoop)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Swoop)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (What?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (What?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (What?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (What?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (What?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (What?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (What?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Yeah)
I got some dope in the attic (Yeah)
I got some hoes out in traffic (Yeah)
I'm on codeine and the Addy (Yeah)
I'm on the X in Atlantic (Yeah)
I got the pistols that shoot automatic
I'm in big clips like my name Adam Sandler
If you ain't tuned in
Better change the channel
Got a bad ratchet bitch, like to say Chanel
(Dig?)
Brand new Scat Pack, ridin' down Atlanta
Smokin' on opp pack, light it with a candle
Everything a movie, tell 'em
"Roll out the cameras"
My brodie on parole
Comin' home from the slammer
I just want a bitch to
Eat my nuts like Planters
And we got time for our
Packs so we plant 'em
Can't wait for the day that
The Act go platinum
Can't wait for the day that a
Bitch try to trap me (Yeah)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Dig?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Yeah)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Yeah)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Yeah)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (O oh)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Ooh, dig?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Swoop)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Swoop)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (What?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (What?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (What?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (What?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (What?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (What?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (What?)
Bitch, I got racks, don't panic (Woo)
